“Say it,” Trent demanded.
“Yes, Master,” I offered on a breathless moan.
“Very nice, boy.” He released my hair. “Now drop your eyes to the floor. Place your hands on your thighs.”
I did.
“You will remain just like that until our breakfast is delivered. At that point, you may return to your seat.”
“Yes, Master,” I managed, staring down at my hands.
I probably should’ve felt ashamed by my behavior, how easily I was willing to do Trent’s bidding. Knowing that Clarissa was sitting there watching me should’ve had my face heating with embarrassment.
Only I wasn’t embarrassed.
Nor was I thinking about Clarissa or any of the other occupants of this aircraft, for that matter.
My only objective was to do what Trent—Master—wanted. I catalogued my body’s response to the entire situation. My blood thrummed in my veins. My breaths were choppy. My dick was hard, throbbing behind the zipper of my jeans. I was overwhelmed by sensual heat but not a single ounce of shame.
What did that say about me? Was this a normal response for a submissive? Was I really submissive?
“What other questions do you have about the company?” Master prompted, obviously speaking to Clarissa.
Hmm. I was really getting into this. Thinking of him as Master versus Trent seemed taboo almost, definitely adding a sexual undertone.
“Other than their name?”
Master chuckled. “Chatter PR Global.”
“Really?” The word came out on a rush of air.
I kept my eyes downcast, listening to the two of them carry on a conversation as though I wasn’t even there.
“Yes,” Master confirmed. “Have you heard of them?”
“Hasn’t everyone? Wow. I know Ashleigh McDermott is represented by them and she only has good things to say.”
“True,” Master said. “Dylan says his sister is quite pleased with how they handle things.”
“Do they represent you?” Clarissa questioned.
“Not at this time, no. However, I am working with Landon and Langston about diversifying.”
“Into?”
“A talent agency.”
“At that point, would you become a client of theirs?”
“As well as a partner, yes. However, I would also like for you to consider taking me on as a client in the interim,” Master told her. “I will not be renewing my contract with my current agency when it expires. It seems our interests are no longer aligned, and while I do require the skills of a talent agency, I’m willing to hold out for a little while. Handle things on my own until I get things underway at Chatter.”
I heard Jill moving toward us, but I kept my head down. I couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of me kneeling on the floor beside Master.
Was it weird that I truly liked thinking of him in that way?
When a firm hand rested on my head, my instinct kicked in and I looked up.
“Thank you, boy,” Master said softly. “You may return to your seat.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied, holding his gaze.
The heat that ignited there was the reason I’d said it, wanting to ensure that what I’d glimpsed earlier hadn’t been a figment of my imagination.
It certainly wasn’t.
Now, I merely needed to figure out what that meant.
Zeke
I SHOULD’VE KNOWN TRENT HAD an ulterior motive when he invited me to Chicago for this trip. I thought I was going along in a bodyguard fashion, keeping an eye on Clarissa for the time being.
I got the feeling Trent had other plans for me.
The asshole always had an ulterior motive.
“Can I get you anything else, Mr. Lautner?” the flight attendant offered after she’d removed our empty breakfast plates.
I noticed how the girl’s eyes rounded when she looked at me. Her reaction was the same as all the others. She saw a six-foot-eight-inch monster she prayed never visited her in her dreams.
“Only privacy,” I said gruffly, my gaze straying to the pretty boy. The man had been silent ever since we arrived in this cabin, but I noticed him watching me.
I expected the cowboy to come strolling in any second now. He’d been handling the meal and since that was now finished, he would have nothing left to do.
“Of course, Mr. Lautner.” Her voice shook only slightly. “Just hit the call button if you need me.”
I wouldn’t need her, but I nodded, then waited for her to leave before I leaned back and crossed one ankle over the opposite knee and regarded the pretty boy with aloof indifference. The pretty boy continued sneaking glances my way.
“Did I tell you to look at me, pretty boy?”
Those jade-green eyes immediately dropped. “No, Sir.”
Yeah. Exactly what I thought. Eager and compliant.
Damn it.
Trent had set me up. The bastard.
What the hell was he thinking putting me on this plane with a squirrelly submissive? One who caught my attention merely by the way he carried himself. There was no denying he was a good-looking man. Six three, short dark hair, light green eyes, a wide mouth that would look phenomenal with my dick in it.
